Dick Polman on the racist Republican ad in Tennessee:
Heâ€™s (Ken Mehlman’s–ed.) technically right about the campaign finance laws, which limit how much the national parties can directly spend on individual campaigns â€“ but which permit the parties to spend with unfettered abandon if they set up â€œindependentâ€ committees that operate without any oversight from the party overlords.
But hereâ€™s the key point: Mehlman hired the person who in turn hired the person who produced the â€œindependentâ€ Tennessee ad. So even though Mehlman may have been officially in the dark about this specific ad, it strains credulity to believe that he didnâ€™t know what kind of ad his â€œindependentâ€ ad producer would create. Especially since this ad producer would not have been hired in the first place, to act â€œindependentlyâ€ and provide Mehlman with official deniability, unless he had been sanctioned by top GOP officials.
’nuff said. But I’m not stopping without saying too much.
The issue here is not whether Ken Mehlman or any of his colleagues are bigots. Rather, the issue is that they are willing to harness bigotry to their cause. And, clearly, they are.
While wrapping themselves in virtue.
A sheet, dammit, is a sheet. Whether it comes from Target, Walmart, or Bloomingdale’s. It does not make for attractive wearing apparel.
There’s plenty of it to go around, of course.
But those who would wrap themselves in virtue should be careful to wear clean undies.
What is it?
And it’s online, here.
With thanks to the Quotemaster.
From the Quotes of the Day (a litle while ago–I’m catching up):
For a long time it puzzled me how something so expensive, so
leading edge, could be so useless, and then it occurred to me
that a computer is a stupid machine with the ability to do
incredibly smart things, while computer programmers are smart
people with the ability to do incredibly stupid things. They
are, in short, a perfect match.
– Bill Bryson, Notes from a Big Country
The question of whether a computer can think is no more
interesting than the question of whether a submarine can swim.
– Edsger Dijkstra
I have a theory about the human mind. A brain is a lot like a
computer. It will only take so many facts, and then it will
go into overload and blow up.
– Erma Louise Bombeck, 1927 – 1996
Computers are like Old Testament gods; lots of rules and no mercy.
– Joseph Campbell
A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any
invention in human history – with the possible exceptions of
handguns and tequila.
– Mitch Ratliffe
The computer is a moron.
– Peter F. Drucker
. . . rock.
This week, I have received two chain letters.
Not emails. Real physical letters with, like, stamps and postmarks and return addresses and stuff.
They are going here:
CRIMINAL INVESTIGATIONS SERVICE CENTER
ATTN: MAIL FRAUD
222 S. RIVERSIDE PLAZA STE 1250
CHICAGO IL 60606-6100
Someone is going to be very surprised . . . .
and it ain’t a-gonna be me.
(Public service announcement: You can forward the electronic kind to firstname.lastname@example.org. Don’t expect a reply, but they all go in the hopper.)
It’s not fun. It’s not funny. It’s just cruel.
Words fail me.
And now a word about values.
Values are not what you say.
Values are what you do.
What the hell kind of values mock the sick? (Or send people to die for a lie, or loot the treasury to make the rich richer and the poor poorer. And so on. Pardon me. I have to go throw up.)
Recently I got a disturbing e-mail from a friend in Baghdad who wrote: “I’m leaving Iraq for good, leaving all my life behind, my memories and friends, leaving the way I’m used to living and heading for the unknown. Why am I leaving? You know better than many why.”
I do know why, and it raises troubling questions about what we Americans owe the Iraqi people. What is our moral responsibility as it becomes clear that our bungled occupation has sunk Iraq into chaos – and that the country is approaching all-out civil war?
My friend, call him George, is an Iraqi Christian, a middle-aged engineer who became a fixer for foreign journalists. He was my first Iraqi translator, and I was his first client. He called me “teach,” but he taught me more than I taught him.
George lived in Amariyah, a Sunni neighborhood from which Shiite families have been expelled. Most shops closed after three supermarkets were bombed. George’s wife stopped attending church after a series of attacks on Christians and was afraid to go out without veiling. George had to keep his work secret lest he be killed.
But the final blow came when he returned home one evening and saw a wounded man lying on the sidewalk in a pool of blood and trying to wave down help. George – like everyone else – was too scared to stop, lest he be shot for helping the victim. As he hesitated, a white Volkswagen pulled up, and a gunman fired three more bullets into the man, then sped off.
Democracy on the march, no doubt. The benefits of staying the course.
Oh, I forgot. No one ever said that.
The National Republican Party shows its true colors. Dick Polman:
I have long wondered how the Republicans would behave if it became apparent, during the final sprint to election day, that they were truly in danger of losing the House or Senate or both. To borrow a cat analogy, if the Republicans felt cornered, how viciously would they bare their claws?
Well, now we know. Just take a look at whatâ€™s happening these days in Tennessee. Basically, they’re suggesting that the black Democratic senatorial candidate should be defeated because he might be attractive to white women.
They have certainly put a lot of miles between themselves and the “party that freed the slaves.”
From yesterday’s local rag. Jerry Dorchuck, quoted in this excerpt of Tom Ferrick’s column, runs a company that does automated telephone campaign calls:
The not-so-benign use of robo-calls is in doing anonymous hit pieces on candidates. Unlike TV and bulk mailings, campaigns are not required to list the sponsor of the call in non-federal races. Besides, there’s been a profusion of soft-money groups, who do robo-call campaigns. You know, a smear piece on Candidate A done by the Committee for Truth, Justice and the American Way. Say who?
You have no idea who’s paying the bill or where these things emanate from.
It can get rough. Dorchuck told me he has turned down business where a candidate’s campaign wanted calls made to voters between 2 a.m. and 4 a.m. – and have the message tout his opponent.
I will be that there is somewhere someone who took that job.
The funeral directors were in town this week. Apparently, their convention is a grave undertaking.
Interestingly, their business is also adjusting to the American growth rate:
. . . We’re too fat – that is, “heavy-set,” in funereal parlance.
“To accommodate the increased size of Americans, we offer Dimensions caskets,” said Kurt Soffer, a Utah funeral director. They’re up to 16 inches wider inside than standard.
People in the industry are actually injuring their backs more frequently with increasingly heavier clients.
Another difficulty with corpulent corpses: During viewings, it’s hard to keep the hands of fat people lying in their coffins from flopping from their stomachs to their sides, funeral directors said.
In many cases, the hands are sewn together. To avoid the big needles and the mess, Milwaukee funeral director Bernard Yonke invented a wristband that uses Velcro to keep hands in place.
“I had to do something,” Yonke said. “I had people over 300 pounds and I just couldn’t keep their hands up.”
I guess the old 6×3 pine box is moving towards 6×6.
Teen’s Tongue Piercing Linked to Pain
Aside: The mouth is hardly a sterile environment.